At the Gym; a Ginger Gym-Rat Hit on Me

A Nurse Needs Care

The text came at 8:15 Wednesday morning.  “Really shitty shift.  Could use a couple of hawt daddy’s to make me feel better.”  Kent grimaced when he looked at the text; I thought it must have something to do with his work until he turned the phone screen to me and I saw it was the young nurse I’d picked-up at the gym.  Or had he picked me up?

“Oh.  But what’s — “ I uttered confused by his frown before the reason registered.  My husband writes professionally.  Bad spelling, punctuation, and grammar is difficult for him to abide.   He told me once long after we’d finally hooked-up that he’d gotten chubbed many times talking with me before that because I could construct a sentence.  And here I thought it was my stunning good looks or big crotch bulge.

“He was HAWWWT though himself,” Kent said more to himself than to me.

We were eating a later-than-usual breakfast on the lanai: we’d binge-streamed a new show the night before and had awakened far later than our faithful Siberian Husky Sasha had liked in the morning.  “He was hot a-f,” I continued the fun we were making of his texting by using an all-too-common abbreviation these days.  “But do we have the energy?”

“We could feed him breakfast and listen,” Kent said with his usual kindness and generosity.

I had the text on my phone too I saw on my watch.  I’d left my phone somewhere; that wasn’t uncommon.  “Hey Siri send a text to Michael.  We’re dragging this morning but would love to listen if that will make you feel better,” I talked to my watch.

The nurse-bitch’s reply came quickly.  “I’d rather you listen to me scream while you rape my whole.”

Yes ‘whole’ not ‘hole.’  Another grimace from my husband and then a reluctant nod.  “He probably Siri’d it like I did and it wasn’t his fault.”

“Siri wouldn’t make that mistake,” Kent responded dryly.

He Siri’d the next response to the young nurse we’d fucked senseless last Friday.  “Breakfast and no further promises beyond a couple of pair of ears; final offer.”

“My Uber will be here in won & I already gave it your address.  Looking foreword to c’ing ya.”

“Make it stop,” Kent moaned dramatically.  “He’s typing this himself!” he protested. 

I took his phone and went to put Michael’s name on the list for the gate; problem was we didn’t know his last name and that was required.  I Siri’d the question and got the response: “Swilling.”

“Seriously?  Michael Swilling?” Kent asked and guffawed.

“He certainly is willing!” I laughed with him and put in the name so his Uber could get to our house.

We were naked as usual in our very private lanai by our very private pool;  neither of us made any move to put on shorts even. 

Sasha was the first to perk-up before the Ring alert played when Michael’s Uber got to our driveway.  We activated the real-time cam and as Michael exited the Uber we told him through the speaker to just come on in through the side door by the garage doors.   He looked damn appealing; shorts well fitting, bulge, thick corded thighs, torso bursting out of a tank …

We met Michael at the inner door from the garage.  I admit the sight of him had me half-hard.  He grinned as we greeted him and he grabbed my dick before he petted Sasha; Sasha would forgive him with enough extra attention.  My dick hardening suggested I might not be dragging as much as I’d thought.

While Michael was on his knees nuzzling and cooing to Sasha he sucked me in suddenly.  It was so sudden that I had to put my hand out against the wall before I went off my feet.  Then he was pumping Kent’s dick in his fist while he petted Sasha and sucked me; talented for sure.  His pumping fist was like a compressor and Kent’s huge member was inflating.

A moment of my dick free in the cool air of the laundry room as Michael came off me to say something.  “I was squeaky clean; my shift ended at six and I showered and made sure I was good to go in case I got lucky.  Then I pumped some iron when nobody was on Sniffies or Grindr so I’m all sweaty; I didn’t have any deodorant in my locker at the hospital,” he said up to us.

He was back to work on my dick and I was unable to respond.  Kent was still getting a hand-job but mustered the words.  “Deodorant is the devil’s tool to deny men the pleasure of their essential scent.”

Michael had been freshly sweaty after working-out his muscular hulk at the gym the first time I’d blown him and fucked him.  He’d protested me taking him home to Kent without a shower; he knew how we’d felt about that … and how we’d enjoyed the smell and taste of his sweat.

“I need to watch Al fuck you,” Kent said with some urgency.  “And we need to get the fuck out of the laundry room.”

That gave the three of us a laugh; the boy’s throat around my hard-on gave me a jolt when he chuckled.  Reluctantly I released my grasp on his head and allowed him to back off my dick.

The nurse surprised me as he stood; he stopped and buried his face into my neck and chest and wrapped his arms around me tight.  “Thanks for this; I need it.”

I looked at Kent who was as surprised as I was.  He came in and wrapped himself around Michael’s back.  The three of us stood there together hugging in the laundry room.

Into my neck Michael said, “You don’t have to fuck me if you don’t want to.”

“Oh I want to,” Kent and I both said at once.  Then we all laughed.

“Do you want us to Michael; or do you need to talk?” Kent asked quietly.

He brought his head up and looked at me with a devilish grin and then around back at Kent.  “The only thing I need to say is, ‘Yeah; like that!  Fuck me harder!’”

Kent moved himself and began grinding himself into Michael.  Michael moaned and worked his ass back into Kent’s motions.  Kent’s growl was low.  “What if I fucked you right here like this?”  Michael moaned.  “I could kiss my husband and drill you and keep you wrapped safe between us.”  Michael moaned louder and ground back into Kent and grimaced and strained.  “Yeah?  You want it to hurt?”  The nurse-bitch moaned even louder and pushed back harder and finally gasped in a silent scream.  “Fuck boyyyyyyyy,” Kent growled and sucked in his breath.

“I need … “  The boy’s words caught as he pushed back more and groaned louder.

Kent pulled back causing him to yelp; and he grasped me tightly and gasped into my shoulder as Kent thrusted into him in a short jab.  “Yeah?  That what you need boy?  That the healing you need nurse?” my husband asked as he again pulled back and jabbed back into the muscle-boy clutching me tightly.

“Ooooooommph!  Fuck yeah daddy!”  Again a slow retreat and a quick return; that time Kent groaned.  “OH FUCK YEAH!  So deeeeeeep inside me!” Michael cried and clutched me even tighter.I

Kent pulled back and drooled down assumably onto his long fat dick.  Then he was thrusting again and Michael’s moans were less plaintiff.  Kent leaned over Michael and made good on his promise to kiss me and drilled into the boy faster.

I moaned into my husband’s kiss and tried not to let our teeth knock together as the thrusts continued to escalate in roughness and pace.  Michael’s continuing yelps and moaning and groaning and his body clutching and jolting into mine faded as I fell deeper into the kiss; in my mind my husband was fucking me and kissing me and possessing my soul as it had been since the first night with him.

We went on like that for minutes of unknown quantity; I was too lost in making-out with my husband to know anything other than the sounds my husband made and his and lips and mouth as we sucked face.  Still I heard Kent’s mammoth dick sawing in and out of the nurse’s wet pussy; he’d gotten plenty sloppy once my husband’s big dick impaled him.

“I need your load!” the bitch-nurse suddenly demanded.  “I feel it getting harder; so fuckin’ big!”

And he was right.  I was so carried away  with the passion of it that I didn’t realize Kent was tensing-up and close to blowing.    Finally his kiss was just his mouth held against mine and shallow breaths that led to a long groan as I knew he was about to explode.  “Fill him up!” I encouraged.

“Awwwwwwwwwwe fuuuuuuuuuuucckkkkkkkkkkkkkk!” Kent groaned and then his body started jerking as he sprayed his seed into the boy.

“Yeah daddy; I want every drop of you!” the boy begged into my collar bone and clutched me tighter.

When Kent had stopped spasming he panted with his forehead against mine.  The boy remained sandwiched between us.  Only Kent had cum; and that would have been fine with me.  But he had other ideas.  “Now you earn what I paid you on account,” he told our visitor.

The boy moaned as Kent dismounted and I regarded his glistening slimy rod.  How I took that every day still was a marvel to me; and a sense of pride.  Not only the pride of accomplishment; yes it’s that big.  But also the pride that my husband finds me desirable still even through I’m almost fifteen years his senior and he’s still the hottest man in the gym.

“You’re going to fuck my husband,” Kent reminded Michael.

Michael pulled away enough that we could face each other and he grinned.  “Fuck yeah daddy!” he said in a near growl.

I shimmied down some until my back was flat on the bed and pulled my legs up.  I held eye contact with Michael and my gaze was intent and inviting.  I swiped my hand on his big hard dick and found what I knew; he was dripping with a heavy flow of pre-cum.  I got a handful and reached down and slicked my own hole; still I held the eye contact even when he watched my fingers disappear inside me.

“Come on boy,” I said hoarsely.

He wasted no time, got in position, and pressed inside me without finesse.  I grunted loud for the stretch; but it honestly felt damn good.

Kent came around and crouched by my head and leaned against the head-board as my head began bouncing from the boy’s energetic thrusts.  There was no technique just a hard-on in a hole and a young man ready to unload.  Kent fed me his slimy dick and began to rub and squeeze my balls as Michael pounded into me; both ignited me and I moaned around his semi-hard monster dick.

Michael was absolutely silent other than grunts of exertion as he went to town on my hole.  There was something erotic about his determination that magnified Kent’s work on my balls.  He’d escalated to pulling them the way that makes me burn and boil inside; I sucked on him more aggressively as I built-up.

The boy’s release came fast and hard.  “OH FUCK HERE IT COMES!” he shouted suddenly and than shoved himself into me one last time and grunted out his blasts.

I was painfully close but not there.  “Suck Al’s cock!” Kent ordered and reached up and got Michael by the hair and shoved his head down to my throbbing leaking dick.  Michael’s still-pulsing dick slipped out as his head was guided onto me and he lapped at me eagerly.

Kent was the director of this scene and maintained his grip on Michael’s curly hair.  He shoved his head down until he was gagging, held him on me until he was ready, then let him up for air, choking, and gagging.  He also never let go of my balls and maintained sublime pressure. You 

While the boy’s blow-job was far from expert the scene was hot; that combined with how close I was when he blew his nut-load inside me had me rocketing toward my own release.  I mumbled around Kent’s re-hardened dick and then started to blow my wad in a shattering release.  Kent’s grip tightened on my balls which escalated my ecstasy; he also held the boy down with his nose buried in my pubes as I convulsed and ejected my seed.

The boy began to struggle, I slowed my shooting, and Kent loosed his hold on both of us.  I gave Kent’s hard leaking tip a last lick as I released him and let my head flip back in the rush.

“Lay down here for a minute,” Kent told Michael and patted the bed beside me.  My eyes were closed and I was floating.

“I can suck you off,” the eager nurse said and hadn’t moved.

Kent laughed gently.  “Lay down, Michael,” he said gently.  “You’ve done good and deserve some comfort.  You can tell us about your bad night; and hopefully this has helped.”

“It helped me,” I mumbled.  Kent chuckled and patted the bed beside me.

Suddenly Michael flipped down beside me; so abruptly and ungracefully it invaded my calm.  I looked up at Kent and he gave me a moment’s acknowledgment.

And then Michael started to talk.  And talk.  And talk.  His supervisor is a man who doesn’t like him and finds fault in everything he does.  Difficult patients and his supervisor criticized Michael and blamed him for the patients’ ingratitude and demands.  And so on until Michael finally cried-out in a near wail, “I became a nurse to be in positive healing vibes and to help people.  I’m starting to believe I’m no good at it.”  And then he sobbed.

Okay, so our hot scene with the young muscle-boy was clearly over.  I was sucked into dad mode (no pun intended) and Kent had learned a thing or two about dad mode.  We moved positions and got Michael between us and held him; he stopped the crying quickly and apologized.  “Man I’m so sorry; I didn’t intend to lay all this on you.  I just feel … “ and he went on again about his uncertainties and nearly-broken spirit.

Kent finally asked him first one set of questions and then another.  “Do you ever work under other nursing supervisors?  And if you do are they appreciative of you or do they offer criticisms too?”  Michael said the rotations and scheduled hours were such that he often worked under two other supervisors and both were very supportive, complimentary, and expressed gratitude for what he did and how he did it.  “Then doesn’t that tell you it’s something that’s about him and not you?  And if that’s the case why don’t you ask to be assigned to the other supervisors and tell your Human Resources why?”

“I guess because I don’t want Derrick to have negative feedback in his performance evaluation or worse to lose his job.  He has a lot going on with a child, an ex, and his father is sick and dying.”

Clearly Michael’s compassion was at his own expense.

“Are you hungry?” Kent asked.  “When did you eat last?”

Turned out he’d been too upset to eat on his break.  Kent offered him breakfast; we’d worked-up another appetite anyway

“Mind if I take a shower?” the boy asked.

We all stunk; difference was we liked it and he wasn’t as into it.  We ordered Uber Eats, set the gate app for them to get through, and headed into our big wet room.  Kent and I took turns soaping and feeling-up the muscle-boy all over and even cleaned out his hole without regret for Kent’s seed not remaining inside.  Then we jacked him to another climax with so much lather that if he hadn’t shot across the room his jizz would have been lost among the soap.

“Fuck I could get used to this,” he said and that was when the gate app told us Uber Eats had come in.

Kent wrapped a towel around his waist without drying and left to go meet the driver.  He didn’t fool me; there was plenty of time to dry and dress before the driver got to our door but we tended to have one of three young hot drivers who admired my husband’s ripped physique.

We drove Michael home after breakfast and more talk about his work situation.  He promised to let us know how it went when he talked to the nursing director.

When we got to the apartment he asked us up for another round but we declined and left him.  “You’re a good man Al Sherbourne.  Not to mention a stud,” my husband told me and ran his hand up the inside of my bare leg as I drove.

My middle-aged dick responded.  Maybe I was … am … or one of two?  But it’s all because of the young stud I’m married to; whatever or whichever.  “I’m definitely better because of you,” I told him honestly as he caressed my hardening tip with his hand up the leg of my shorts.

“Oh you’re definitely better hon.  And you’re gonna prove that when we get home,” he said with a lewd grin as he stroked me to fully hard again.  “Oh yeah; that’s what I’m talking’ about!”